Meaningless

white lies & roses.

he lied to me
or bent the truth
told me why
and the lies became the way
he “never wanted it to be”
inside me
there is a question mark
curling up at my stomach
and sticking out and through
like barbed wire
i caved far too easily
i know
to you and him and them
but i didn’t know
how best to spend
the dull hours’ ticks
before the third call
he said
“would you like to fall in love one day”
no
he did not
that was
a lie
for my head to thrive in
and what is it
that calls
some undead longing
this eternal ghost of a rose
that keeps growing in place
again and again
and that
there is the lie
for the rose that grows
the same each time
must also die that way
but not I.